It wasn’t long before someone joined Rochelle at the bar. It was that effeminate twerpy little kid Rochelle didn’t pay much attention too. The kid looked far too young to be on a journey like this, but the elven features may mean this child-like person was older than he or she looked. Frankly Rochelle couldn’t even tell if the elf was a boy or a girl, so for simplicity sake this kid was a boy. Or maybe even a man. When he came over to speak his concern Rochelle reached out and pulled the boy closer to her, intentionally pressing his face against her breasts.
”Oh, how sweet. Worried that I’ll have too much to drink? Well, can’t let this bottle go to waste. Cheers!” Rochelle poured herself and the kid a glass of whisky, downing hers immediately. She lifted the glass up to the boy’s face, peering down at him as she held him even closer. ”C’mon, just one cup! Or are you too good for my drink?”
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”Oh, how sweet. Worried that I’ll have too much to drink? Well, can’t let this bottle go to waste. Cheers!” Rochelle poured herself and the kid a glass of whisky, downing hers immediately. She lifted the glass up to the boy’s face, peering down at him as she held him even closer. ”C’mon, just one cup! Or are you too good for my drink?”
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